With A Hope To Rain

The sand gets wet as the waves splash down the shore
Like little shards of crystals break against the floor
The aura gets humid as the clouds make their way towards me
Like a dark rumbling gust trying to uproot a newly born tree
As the water drops upon the leaves, there is a feeling of despair
When there is nothing but rocks staring at you with a continuous glare

I stumble to see whether I could find a shelter in this raging place
But with the rain drops falling against everything, nothing remains the same
I don’t know if it is just me but the monsoon isn’t fun anymore
Well how can anything when there is a cyclone rushing into your door
There I see a huge tree, under it I try to hide
And on the barks of it, I see some words inscribed:

“Life is a song which sometimes gets out of tune
And it feels hard when you cannot break through the cocoon
But everything is fine when you know that you will open your wings
And fly above the sky, when you have a different perspective to view everything”

As the drizzle begins to take over the rain, I come out
And I find a hint of gloominess in everything that is around
Short streams begin to shine at the Sun rises from its den
Trying to illuminate every aspect of life which is hidden
There’s a cracked wall where an old note is fixed
About five years old which still exists:
“Glad times, times all are several pictures of life
Never close your heart because it takes courage to live alive”

The last drop falls but the sea stays still like it is trying to hide a secret
Or maybe it is just captivated in the vines of an old regret
I try to recall everything I ever heard from the others
And I write it down with a hope that life gets better:
“Life can get hard when your past is dark
But remember future is the one to leave the mark”

I'm not playing gurls

I'm not playing gurls

With A Hope To Rain

The sand gets wet as the waves splash down the shore
Like little shards of crystals break against the floor
The aura gets humid as the clouds make their way towards me
Like a dark rumbling gust trying to uproot a newly born tree
As the water drops upon the leaves, there is a feeling of despair
When there is nothing but rocks staring at you with a continuous glare

I stumble to see whether I could find a shelter in this raging place
But with the rain drops falling against everything, nothing remains the same
I don’t know if it is just me but the monsoon isn’t fun anymore
Well how can anything when there is a cyclone rushing into your door
There I see a huge tree, under it I try to hide
And on the barks of it, I see some words inscribed:

“Life is a song which sometimes gets out of tune
And it feels hard when you cannot break through the cocoon
But everything is fine when you know that you will open your wings
And fly above the sky, when you have a different perspective to view everything”

As the drizzle begins to take over the rain, I come out
And I find a hint of gloominess in everything that is around
Short streams begin to shine at the Sun rises from its den
Trying to illuminate every aspect of life which is hidden
There’s a cracked wall where an old note is fixed
About five years old which still exists:
“Glad times, times all are several pictures of life
Never close your heart because it takes courage to live alive”

The last drop falls but the sea stays still like it is trying to hide a secret
Or maybe it is just captivated in the vines of an old regret
I try to recall everything I ever heard from the others
And I write it down with a hope that life gets better:
“Life can get hard when your past is dark
But remember future is the one to leave the mark”